‘What was that?’
Rinter chuckled again, then laughed openly. ‘A typical Barran offer — work for me or die. Mind you, it was more than he offered the rest of Fiarn’s gang.’ Pinnatte raised an inquiring eyebrow. Rinter looked at him squarely, as if making a judgement, then he leaned forward and spoke softly. ‘It almost makes you think there’s someone keeping an eye on you, the way things work out, doesn’t it?’ His voice fell lower still. ‘I’d left Fiarn only days before he and the others picked a fight with Barran and ended up...’ He drew his finger across his throat. Abruptly, the humour went from his manner and real fear came into his eyes. He turned quickly back to the arena.
This time, Pinnatte was genuinely impressed. Whatever Rinter might be, there was no denying the sincerity of his
